PART 8
After two weeks it was clear that Ahmed's plan was taking its effect.
Scully's days now seemed to be taken up with milk production. She
quickly had accepted the servant's demands to force her to drink her
eight glasses of water every hour. When she moved now she tinkled from
the tiny bells that hung at the end of the weights clipped tight onto
her nips. The days were a haze of her milking stall, the relentless
sucking of the pumps and short breaks with Amel before the servant
again knocked on her door or came to find her.
Every area of Scully's breasts gradually became fantastically
sensitive. The main area of her breast flesh now seemed to be a
constant flow of busy activity as milk was either made or sucked out
down the hoses. To her they seemed to almost glow from the healthy
rush of blood that worked through them. But the nipples were becoming
extraordinary. Scully began to wonder how she would ever wear
clothing again because she couldn't imagine the super-sensitive nips
brushing against cloth. And what would people think when they saw
their amazing new length pushing out through her blouse?
And as her breasts and nipples became hyper-active, Scully found
herself unable to resist the new possibilities of getting herself off
on the waves of intense stimulation flowing through her during her
milking. Knowing what was coming every time she was strapped down
into her frame, Scully's mind was already most of the way there now
and her cunt would be embarrassingly liquid. Her legs were always
fixed so wide apart that there was no way she could get anything to
press onto her clit, but she was learning to concentrate the electric
flows from her nipples down her centre to her cunt. So, usually alone
in the room, strapped to her frame, Scully would lose herself in the
orgasmic waves that washed through her.
One evening Ahmed invited Saeed and two friends round to play cards in
the room next to Scully's stall. Ahmed, of course, was quick to show
off the new arrangements for his toy to his friends. Excited, the 3
Arab boys crowded round the helpless Scully and made free with her
tender body. Pulling up slightly on one of the attached sleeves,
Ahmed could show them the painfully stretched nipple and the tiring
squirts of milk as Scully began to empty. Laughing he showed them how
even if the dial was turned right up to maximum very little more of
her breast could be sucked into the sleeve. Just her nip tried
frantically to expand even further under the extra pressure. This
time, at least, Ahmed re-turned the dial to Scully's usual setting.
It was Saeed who discovered how wet Scully was, when he probed into
her exposed vagina with two of his fingers. Her open hole was slack
and greedy and he found it was easy to add a third and then a fourth
finger. This merely confirmed what they all believed, that all
American women were sluts. Scornfully, Saeed withdrew his fingers and
wiped the juices onto one of Scully's hanging tits.
Stirred by the smell of Scully's cunt juices the boys found it
difficult to settle down to their promised game of cards. There was a
tension in the air from the presence of the helpless, available woman
just outside their door, which distracted them. This was resolved
when one of them suggested that they play a game of Postman's Fuck.
The rules were simple. A dice was thrown at the beginning of each
round of the card game they were playing. A one or two was for
Scully's cunt; three or four was her mouth and a five or six meant her
anus. Knowing what was at stake, the boys would then play the round
of cards and the winner would win five minutes with whichever hole had
been picked by the dice. The milking machine was turned off and its
sleeves removed from Scully's nipples, to allow full access to her
breasts. For once, her weights were not immediately clamped on to her
tender nips.
A round of cards lasted perhaps ten minutes, so Scully soon found
herself visited by one boy after another and all 3 of her holes
steadily filled with young, healthy sperm. Already floating warmly in
her secret pleasures from the milking session, Scully found herself
welcoming in their pricks. But she noticed that she was especially
glad when a boy reached down to mash her tits or pull at her nips
while he pumped into her. It was as if her inner sensitivities had
been re-routed so that everything now went through her breasts.
If a boy won rounds too quickly he would have to make use of Scully in
any other way that appealed to him. Sometimes they chose to use their
fingers or fists. At other times they would enjoy finding a variety
of objects from Ahmed's rooms to force into their victim. Pretty well
anything that would go into Scully went into Scully, with mixed
pleasure and pain for her and a great deal of happy fun for the boys.
As the evening settled down for the friends, the conversation turned
to clits. One of the youths, Salim, said that in his family the
tradition was still for female circumcision. He boasted that when
girls were ten years old one of his great-aunts would operate on them,
to slice off their clits. The way he told the story, it seemed that
the great-aunt would pounce unexpectedly, in the middle of the night,
breaking quietly into the girl's bedroom. Two other old women
servants would hold the sleepy girl down and the attack would be
completed before they were fully awake. Salim said that in his family
this approach was seen by the women to be better for the girls than
for them to count down towards some fixed, awful day.
Naturally the interest created by Salim's stories led the boys to
investigate Scully's largely unseen clit, to hand, as it were, in the
next room. Seeing the 4 boys approach her frame, for a moment Scully
thought that they had decided to ring the changes and to penetrate her
from all directions together at the same time. A little question ran
across her dazed mind, wondering where the fourth boy was going to fit
himself in, when she realised that something different was planned for
her.
Scully was released from the frame. First her legs were taken from
their ankle clamps and then the board holding her head and wrists in
place was lifted clear. Hands tugged at her to pull her back away
from the frame. But it was only for a second as the boys immediately
turned her round and pushed her backwards towards the beam that
normally supported her waist.
Once Scully's ankles had again been clamped into place, but this time
facing outwards, with her ass squashed against the beam, the boys
pushed her trunk back until her head was again resting in its neck
hole. Her wrists were quickly placed and the board returned. Scully
was firmly held again, spread over the fram, facing upwards. Her
expanded, swollen breasts spread out across her chest, pipe stalks
pointing upwards and outwards in a cute sort of way.
In her new position, legs held widely open and hipbone pushed up high
by the beam, Scully's cunt was ideally placed for the boys'
entertainment. As the leader among the four friends and the owner of
the toy, it was accepted that Ahmed had priority.
Ahmed positioned himself centrally between Scully's captive legs with
the other boys crowding on either side of him. Experimentally he
pushed 2 of his fingers into Scully's slightly open vagina and, sure
enough, found that they slid easily on the mixture of her juices and
their sperm. Idly, Ahmed slid the tips of his lubricated fingers up
the centre of Scully's outer lips, making her stir and murmur.
At Ahmed's suggestion Saeed and Salim each took charge of one side of
Scully's outer lips. From the side, eager brown young fingers reached
in, dipped into her gluey hole and began to massage and moisten the
outer labia on their own side. Dipping back in again and again for
more oiling, as needed, the boys sharply massaged and stretched
Scully's fleshy outer gates until Ahmed could see that blood was
flowing strongly into Scully's cunt, making the outer lips puffy.
Flesh was squeezed and stretched between thumb and fingers until Ahmed
was ready.
Instructing Saeed and Salim to pull her wings apart, Ahmed opened up
all of Scully's delicate pink inner area. Leisurely, enjoying his
power, Ahmed soaked two fingers of his right hand in Scully's open
hole and began to slide lightly over her tingling, intimate flesh.
Again and again his fingers were oiled as they slithered and stroked
her tender nerve endings creating delicious ripples of excitement in
the helpless victim. Almost without thinking the fourth youth reached
out and began to pay attention to the nearer of her nipples, which
somehow called out for squeezing and moulding.
Sensing a response from Scully, Ahmed's pressure increased and now his
fingers swept regularly from the warm inside of her cunt, up almost to
the top of her inner pinkness. Scully found herself gasping, willing
his hand to go higher and carry on just a little further to her waking
clit. But Ahmed took his time, making her wait.
Four heads of black curly hair bent together to watch when Ahmed
finally decided he was ready to start on her half-hidden tube. His
oiled fingers now slid slowly up and down the full length of Scully's
clit, caressing and squeezing it gently but firmly. After every few
strokes his fingers would slip down to her vagina and freshen up with
a slippery dip inside her before quickly returning to their work.
As blood flooded into her most tender centre Scully tried her best to
squirm and found that she was panting high in her chest. Her clit
thickened and began to stretch and swell until it reached its full
length. Ahmed's oily fingers rolled the small head and encouraged it
to free itself from its skin hood. Stepping back her invited each of
his friends in turn to have a go at playing with Scully's treasure.
For Scully this meant sudden pinches and tweaks, pulling and squashing
between fingers, mixed with soft strokes and sliding caresses. Warm
feelings gathered near her womb and Scully began to concentrate on
driving herself towards a climax. But the atmosphere altered when
Salim commented to the others in slight surprise that it was, well,
rather small...... Laughing, Ahmed flicked the bud sharply and
stepped back. Perhaps they could try to do something about that!
Surprised, Scully found her body suddenly abandoned and twitching in
frustration as Ahmed led the friends out of the room. He was taking
them to find the doctor.
Ten minutes later the doctor scurried into the room, holding his black
bag, followed by the four boys. As the doctor peered down into
Scully's open cunt, Ahmed reached down and tugged critically at her
clit pipe, pulling it hard and showing him that, even fully stretched,
it was not good enough. Something better needed to be arranged. What
could the doctor arrange for them?
The doctor tapped his lower lip with a finger, thinking of the
challenge to his professional skills before setting down his medical
bag to select from its contents.
Knowing that his prestige and his position in the sheikh's family was
on the line, the doctor presented a white tube of ointment to Ahmed
and the boys a professional flourish. First, something to increase
sensitivity, I think, he explained. Squeezing a liberal amount of
thick white cream onto a finger, the doctor moved forward to begin to
rub the ointment into and all around Scully's still half-erect clit.
At first contact to Scully the ointment felt smooth and cool. A few
moments later, however, and it soaked down into the blood flow under
her tender skin and everything about her clit began to blaze. Whether
it was made from bee stings, essence of poison ivy or from red hot
chillies the affect of the ointment was to cause sudden devastating
fiery heat to flood through her clit. Scully's stomach muscles tried
their best to clench and spasm in shock. As the doctor stroked a
second helping of the ointment into the sides and length of her clit
pipe, the boys could see a deeper red colour seep around her morsel as
her clit bloated and began to swell.
Satisfied that he had begun well and had the boys approval, the doctor
closed the first tube and returned it to his bag. Now, perhaps
something to keep things moving, he murmured as he removed a small
dish and a glass bottle. The bottle in fact was full of pure cocaine
and the doctor tipped a generous helping of the white powder out
across the dish. A small amount of clear oil was added and the two
were mixed together by the Arab into a white paste.
Holding out the dish, the doctor had the good sense to offer the boys
the chance to rub the paste into Scully's burning clit. In turn, the
four boys rolled their fingers in the cocaine paste and the slid it
firmly up and down her erect pipe. The first ointment had opened all
the pores in Scully's clit skin leaving clear passages for the cocaine
to flood into her tender insides. As the cocaine took effect, Scully
moaned crazily, losing all sense of herself as the drug raced into her
system.
With more of the paste on his fingers, Ahmed rolled the delicious head
of Scully's now fully-erect clit. Peeling back her hood, exposing
her button as far as possible, Ahmed asked the doctor if her would
recommend slicing back some of the skin to leave Scully's delicate
flesh permanently exposed. Scully did not understand how near she
came to suffering this operation, as they of course discussed her clit
in Arabic. But fortunately for the red-head the doctor did not feel
that there was any need.
Setting down the dish and encouraging the boys in turn to keep
massaging the remaining traces of paste into her engorged clit, the
doctor reached again into his black bag. If you give her a pinch, he
explained, you will see the maximum size she could normally reach.
And so the boys tested and checked, squeezing hard at her tube and
pulling it out as far as it would go. Better, of course, but still
perhaps there could be room for improvement.
The doctor's final contribution was a chemical kit in its own small
plastic case. He opened it to show the boys a syringe full of clear
liquid and a phial of powder. He explained to them that the kit was
designed to create a fierce, unstoppable erection in men, when
injected into the side of their penis. Whether they came or not,
their pricks would stay high and wide at full stretch for more than
two hours, if he used the full amount of powder. So, he suggested,
why don't we try this on the American?
Scully's engorged pink bud seemed to pulse with throbbing pressure as
the cocaine surged through it. Pushing the needle of the syringe into
the top of the phial, the doctor squeezed down on the syringe and
mixed powder with fluid. A quick shake, the needle was re-inserted
and the liquid chemical flowed back up into the syringe.
Bending over Scully, the doctor placed the point of the needle into
the centre of Scully's clit pipe and pushed home. With the point of
the needle near the centre of her tube, he squeezed down on the
syringe until chemical forced its way into her already pressured
flesh. He split the liquid roughly into three portions, injecting a
third into the centre of her clit, as near to the bottom of the tube
as possible and finally right up into its button head.
Withdrawing the empty needle, the doctor was satisfied with his work.
It will take a few moments to take effect, he warned Ahmed. A little
stroking and squeezing will help to distribute the chemical into the
tissue, he suggested. And with that the doctor knew that he had done
all that he could, so bowing politely to Ahmed he collected up his bag
and equipment and left the boys to their experiments.
The young boys watched with interest for a few moments before they saw
the first signs that the chemical was taking its effect. Although
Scully's clit had seemed fully spread and bloated already from the
cocaine stimulation, it now stretched further - in length and in
width. Delighted, Salim again his dipped his fingers into Scully's
burning hole and began to oil and pull at the over-charged morsel.
Something in the way his fingers settled round her tube, stretching
and pulling it as it expanded unbelievably, reminded Ahmed of the
milking machine. Realising that there were now new possibilities open
to them, Ahmed turned to find the machine on one side of the room and
switched it on. As the electrical hum of the commercial motor again
filled the room, Ahmed set one dial at constant and the other at
something over mid strength.
With slurps of flesh rushing into plastic, two of the sleeves were
again sucked onto Scully's trained nipples. Watching the raspberry
nips disappear once again up their familiar tubes, Ahmed played with
the dial to gain the maximum pull on her tits as usual. But that left
two empty sleeves, of course.
Holding one of the empty plastic sleeves like a magic wand extending
from his right hand, Ahmed began to circle towards the end of Scully's
fantastic clit. The suction from the machine, set to continuous
sucking, was so intense that he found that he could make the clit
twitch slightly as the end of the tube waved over it, an inch or two
above Scully's flesh.
Pressing the eager wand a little closer, tiny bit by tiny bit, Ahmed
was delighted to reach the point where the end of her clit was
helplessly locked into the stream of air pouring into the sleeve.
With the angry buzzing sound of a powerful vacuum cleaner struggling
to suck in a piece of carpet blocking its inlet, the milking machine
pulled at Scully's button, which stretched to meet it.
Playing the sleeve end back and forwards over the end of Scully's clit
flesh was delicious fun but after a moment Ahmed stabbed firmly down
and her clit was swallowed. Scully screamed at the intense wrench to
her nerve endings as her clit now too surrendered to the overwhelming
power of the milking machine. The boys could see half the plastic
sleeve now full of clit and surrounding flesh as it vacuumed Scully
in.
Satisfied, Ahmed switched controls so that the machine went over to
alternate sucking. On one beat both nipples were squeezed and
stretched, so that milk again began to flow into the hoses, heading
for the collection pitcher. On the next beat the nipple pressure
eased slightly and they slipped back down their sleeves, but her clit
was hit with the full force of the demanding suction. As the rhythm,
alternating between nipples and clit, began to establish itself Scully
knew that she was heading for the most incredible orgasm of her life.
As Scully's incredulous groans filled the room, building in intensity,
Ahmed slid his fingers easily into her empty cunt and began to pump
and stroke her in time with her gasps. What could be better than
having total power over this despised American woman. Reaching down
with his other hand he pushed aside his flowing Arab trousers.
Removing his slippery fist, he leaned into her and filled Scully's
cunt with his prick.
Already he could feel the ripples and movements in her cunt walls as
every part of Scully's over-stretched body desperately sought relief.
Content to leave himself erect in the boiling turmoil that was
Scully's vagina, Ahmed savoured his creation. Sure enough, as Scully
climbed towards release her cunt walls spasmed and clutched at his
swollen prick, massaging and exciting it wonderfully. So that as she
finally exploded, calling out, careless of who heard her, Ahmed felt
himself match her, spraying hot sperm towards the back of her crazy
tunnel. Idly Ahmed wondered if it was true that women can not get
pregnant while they are still breast feeding.
Later, as his friends left, Ahmed instructed the servant to return
Scully to her normal position in the frame, ready to spend the night
at the mercy of the machine on continual sucking. But from now on, he
instructed the servant, she was also to have the clit sleeve fitted
for the nights.
